and yet here you are.

i have this problem where i keep getting hungry.  i don't feel i should have to prepare food and eat it so often just to keep myself operating--it seems uneconomical.  it takes too much energy! 

and am i hallucinating that, or does my hair still smell like the banana bread i charred in the microwave yesterday before exploding a dessert plate in the sink?    i know there are pockets of smoky smell left all over the flat, especially right around the kitchen sink--even though we left the door and window open for quite a while last night to create a through-draft (or whatever that's called).

i've never blown anything up before, so that was kind of cool.  a little piece of white-tinted glass from the plate flew right by my head.  actually, it was really, really hilarious.  and allow me to just clarify that i didn't put cold water on the plate--just contact with the empty metal sink was enough to explode it.

swedish and the "sh" sound

the sound that swedish finns pronounce "sh", and which is spelled in a variety of ways (eg stj, sj, kj, sk), is pronounced really adorably by proper swedes, with a little whistly noise, sort of like a cross between a "h" and "s" and "w". 

here are some painfully grainy .wav files of lines from swedish songs to illustrate the cuteness for perhael (and anyone else who's interested).  my server, not yousendit.

"[de]n vackraste av själar" (the most beautiful of souls) - eva dahlgren, from "ängeln i rummet" (the angel in the room)
"vem tänder stjärnorna" (who kindles the stars) - eva dahlgren, from "vem tänder stjärnorna"
"hål i min kevlarsjäl" (hole in my kevlar soul) - kent, from "kevlarsjäl"
"ammunitionen tog slut" (the ammunition ran out) - kent, from "sundance kid"